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Crumble

I don’t want these to be the same old lines

I don’t want these to be the same old rhymes

But with words what more could they be

What I need is something new to set me free

 

I can’t be expected to soar without wings

I can’t be expected to try without things

So I die all gray and obscene

To keep the colors alive in my dreams

 

All around me are flies

Swat them when waving my goodbyes

This ground slowly coming my way

Falling as I crumble, crumble away

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